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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.