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 Rwanda 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.