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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.