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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Pole,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.