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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.