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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.