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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Wire,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.