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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.