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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.