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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.