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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of 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.