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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.