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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.