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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.