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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.