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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.