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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
MC5,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.