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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.