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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Index,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Main Source,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Mars,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.