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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.