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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.