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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
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.