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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.