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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
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.