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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.