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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
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.