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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex 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 jazz 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.