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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
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.