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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
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.