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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.