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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.