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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.