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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.