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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.