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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.