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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Nico,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.