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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.