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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
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.