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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.