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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.