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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.