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 Djibouti 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.