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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.