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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.