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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.