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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Technova,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.