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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.