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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.