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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.