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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.