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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.