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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.