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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
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.