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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.