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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.