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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.