Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Slave,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.