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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.