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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Krayola to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.