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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ 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?
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Visage,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.