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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Fear,
PIL,
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.