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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.