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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Swans,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Nico,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.