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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.