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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.