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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
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.