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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.