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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Can,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.