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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
New Order,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.