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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
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.