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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.