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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Eurythmics 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.