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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.