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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Pole,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.