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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
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.