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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.