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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U 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 dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Wire,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.