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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.