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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.