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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.