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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.