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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.