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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.