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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
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.