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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.