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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.