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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.