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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.