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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.