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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.