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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.