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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.