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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.