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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Ossler,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.