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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.