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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Can,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.