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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Interpol,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.