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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Moebius,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.