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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Pagans,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.