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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.