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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.