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 Monaco 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Evens to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.