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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.