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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.