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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.