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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.