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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Quantec,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.