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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.