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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
the Association,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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.