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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Can,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.