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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.