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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Audionom,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.