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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.