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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.