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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.