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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.