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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
The Index,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.