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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.