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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.