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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.