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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.