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 Sweden 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.