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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.