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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.