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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.