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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.