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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the rap 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.