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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
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.