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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
The Move,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.