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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.