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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.