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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.