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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.