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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.