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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.