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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.