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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.