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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
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.