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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Wings,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.