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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
the Germs,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.