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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Names to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.