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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.