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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Doors to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.