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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Can,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.