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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.