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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.