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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.