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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.