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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.