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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.