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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.