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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.