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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.