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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.