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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Little Man,
Index,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
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.