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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Pagans,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
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.