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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.