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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.