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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Nas,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.