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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.