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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.