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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.