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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Magma,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.