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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.