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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.