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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.