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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
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.