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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
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.