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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.