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 Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.