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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.