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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.