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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.