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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
X-102,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
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.