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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a guitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.