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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.