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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 a linndrum and an oboe 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.