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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.