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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Television,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.