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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.