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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 United States of America,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.