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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.