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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.