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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and an organ 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.