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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.