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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.