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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.