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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Quantec,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
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.