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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.