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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.