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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
The Cure,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.