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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.