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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.