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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.