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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.