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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.