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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
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.