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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.