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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Pole,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.