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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.