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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Television,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
The Move,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.