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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.