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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.