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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Swans,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
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.