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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.