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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.