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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Slave,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.