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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 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 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.