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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
ABC,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.