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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.