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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.