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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.