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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
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.