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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.