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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.