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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Visage,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.