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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.