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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.