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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.