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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.