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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.