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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
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.