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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.