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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.