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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.