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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.