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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.