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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Technova,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.