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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
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.