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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
UT,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
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.