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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.