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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.