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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.