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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.