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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Magma,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Franke,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.