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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.