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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.