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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Star Department to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.