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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.