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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
The Index,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
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.