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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Nico,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Japan,
The Remains,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.