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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Smog,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
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.