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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
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.