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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
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.