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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.