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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.