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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.