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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.