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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.