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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.