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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.