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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.