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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.