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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.