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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Quantec 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.