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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Faust,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.