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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.