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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.