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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.