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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dead C to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.