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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
PIL,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.