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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
cv313,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.