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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.