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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.