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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.