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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.