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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.