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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.