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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.