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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.