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 Thailand and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Wire,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
UT,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
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.