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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.