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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Vogues to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.