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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
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The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.