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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.