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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
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.