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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
cv313,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.