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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.