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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.