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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.