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 Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.