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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.