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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.