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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.