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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Monks,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.