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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
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.