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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 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?
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.