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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
June Days,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.