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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Fear,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.