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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.