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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
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.