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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.