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 Peru and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
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.