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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Organ,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.