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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.