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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.