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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.