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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Smog,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.