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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.