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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
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.