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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.