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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
UT,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.