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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
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.