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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.