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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.