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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.