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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.