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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Nas,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
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.