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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.