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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments 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 grunge 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.