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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.