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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.