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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.