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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.