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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.