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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
UT,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.