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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
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.