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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.