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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
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.