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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.