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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.