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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.