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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.