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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.