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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.