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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Television,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
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.