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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.