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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.