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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.