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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.