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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.