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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.