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 Oman and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Television,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.