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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.