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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, 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.