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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.