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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Q65,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.