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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.