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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.