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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 PIL to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.