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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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.