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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.