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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.