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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.