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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.