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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.