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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.