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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Magma,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.