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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.