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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Cluster,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.