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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Index,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
X-102,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.