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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.