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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
CMW,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.