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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a guitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.