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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.