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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Rekid,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.