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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.