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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.