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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
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.