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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.