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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.