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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.