The global economy goes down a rabbit hole
Central banks have manipulated the price of money for years and turned markets upside down, says Edward Chancellor.
Alice’s first day at Tweedle Asset Management was going to be a busy one. She was escorted around the offices by a young staffer named Otto. Their first visit was to the bond team. Fixed income was Alice’s keenest interest. “Do you hold bonds for income?” she asked eagerly. Everyone laughed.
“Are you dreaming?” the desk head replied rudely. “The coupon is subtracted from the principal, not paid out. If it’s income you want, you should take out a Danish mortgage, they pay very well.”“But why own a bond, if it doesn’t pay interest?” Alice asked. “As long as yields continue declining, even at negative rates we hold bonds for capital gains. If you want dividends, go ask the equity folks.”
“I see,” said Alice doubtfully, hoping that stock-market investors would prove more sensible. At least they valued investments by discounting future income streams. But on opening a door marked “Fundamental Active Equity”, she came across an empty trading floor. “Oh, we closed down that team last month – they’d been underperforming for decades,” said Otto. “What was their problem – did they buy overpriced stocks?” “That’s exactly what they didn’t do!” replied Otto scornfully. “They stuck with value, and as everybody knows value sucks. If you want to outperform, you’ve got to show your FANGs.” This didn’t sound quite right to Alice.
Forget stocks – the real action is in unicorns
“Forget about equities,” Otto advised. “If you want to meet real investors, go visit the Venture Capital team.” So Alice did. “What type of companies do you invest in?” asked Alice of the young VC, named Anna. “We invest in unicorns,” replied Anna smartly. “That must be difficult, because unicorns are mythical creatures,” Alice joked.
“Well, there are hundreds of unicorns in Silicon Valley – a unicorn is just a company with a fabulous valuation. Still, the business side of affairs is pretty mythical,” she added with a smirk. “What do you mean?” asked Alice. “Well, most unicorns are just black boxes. If you open the box, it turns out to be empty.” “That doesn’t sound like a very wise investment,” said Alice. “True enough, but they make very good speculations. Besides our aim isn’t to find companies that do anything useful or will ever make a profit. No, we look to get in at an early funding stage and exit at the initial public offering. That’s where the real money is made.”
“If you set the clock – the tempo of capitalism – to run backwards the normal order breaks down”
Alice then visited the private-equity team, Tweedle’s highest-compensated employees. “How do you add value?” she asked to get the conversation going. “There are only three things you need to know about private equity: leverage, leverage and leverage,” replied a slick young man in a bespoke Savile Row suit.“Our business is financial engineering.”
“But isn’t it risky to load companies with too much debt?” “Oh, all the risk is carried by the creditors – we stuff them with covenant-lite loans, payment-in-kind bonds, and the like. They’ll take any trash for the tiniest slither of income. And when the proverbial hits the fan, we refinance.” “Everything seems so strange,” Alice thought to herself. “I don’t think I’m cut out to be an investor. Perhaps I’d enjoy economics research more.”
She soon found herself knocking on the door of Dr. Oirob, head of Tweedle’s monetary and economics department. “The highly abnormal is becoming uncomfortably normal,” intoned the doctor. “Interest rates have been pushed down to unimaginable levels. There is something vaguely troubling when the unthinkable becomes routine.” “At last, here’s someone I understand,” Alice mused.
The snake-oil peddlers
“Central banks have stepped through a mirror,” continued Oirob excitedly. “They used to struggle to control inflation. Now they can’t push it up. They used to oppose wage increases, now they urge them on. Everything is upside down.” Alice now wondered whether she understood any of this.
To change the subject she asked,“Isn’t Modern Monetary Theory the cure to all our problems?” Alice really was au courant with the latest trends in economics. “Why those snake-oil peddlers,” replied the sage, showing an irascible side, “would have us believe six impossible things before breakfast – government debt doesn’t matter, deficits are the cure not the problem, governments don’t have to raise taxes or issue bonds, they can just print money, blah, blah. It’s the most complete nonsense!”
“Here’s the root of the problem,” Oirob continued. “For two decades or more, central banks have played around with interest rates, pushing them lower and lower. They meant well, but didn’t understand they were messing with the price of time. If you set the clock – the tempo of capitalism – to run backwards the normal order of things breaks down: companies turn into zombies, herds of unicorns appear, investment discipline disappears. Wealth becomes virtual. Inequality is unleashed. Society melts down, markets melt up...”
At this point, Alice opened her eyes. It had all been a dream. Now, it was back to dull reality. She clicked on the Reuters website to see if anything had happened. Nothing remarkable, just a story about a new strain of the cold virus spreading in central China.
A longer version of this article was first published on breakingviews.com