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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.