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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
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.