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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.