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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.