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 Afghanistan 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.