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 Japan and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Index,
Marmalade,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.