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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.