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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.