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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
The Sound,
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Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.