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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Crooked Eye to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.