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 Tunisia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.