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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.