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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.