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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.