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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.