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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.