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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 güiro 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
June Days,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Organ,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.