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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.