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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
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.