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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
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.