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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
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.