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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.