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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.