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 Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.