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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
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.