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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.