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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.