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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.