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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.