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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.