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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Television,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.