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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.