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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Franke,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
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.