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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.