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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.