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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.