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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.