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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.