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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Josef K,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.