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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.