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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.