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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.