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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.