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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.