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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The American Breed 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.