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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.