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 China and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Crime,
The Victims,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.