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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.