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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.