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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Rakim,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.