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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.