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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.