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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.