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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Qualms,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.