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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Index,
MC5,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.