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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Organ,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.