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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.