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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.