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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.