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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
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.