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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.