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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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.