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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.