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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.