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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.