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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.