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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Mars,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.