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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.