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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Slave,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.