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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Japan,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Franke,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.