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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Zapp,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.