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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.