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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Can,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Index,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.