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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
The Index,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.