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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Hashim,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.