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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Nas to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.