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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.