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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.