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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Cure,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.