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 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.