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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.