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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.