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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Ituana,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Wings,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.