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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
the Association,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.