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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.