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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.