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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
The Index,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.