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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
MC5,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.