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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.