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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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.