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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.