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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a marimba 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.