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 Australia and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.