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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.