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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.