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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
DNA,
Yaz,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.