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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
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.