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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ronan,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
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.