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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
X-102,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
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.