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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.