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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
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.