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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
AZ,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
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.