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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.