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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
ABC,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.