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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Index,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.