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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.