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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.