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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Section 25,
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You don't know what you really want.
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