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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Raincoats to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.