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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.