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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Television,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
The Remains,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.