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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.