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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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?
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.