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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Gang Starr 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.