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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.