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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.