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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.