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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
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.