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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.