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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.