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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Wings,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.