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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.