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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.