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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.