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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.