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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.