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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.