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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
the Germs,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.