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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.