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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.