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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.