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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Television,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.