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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.