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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.