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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.