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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.