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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.