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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.