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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
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.