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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.