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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
CMW,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.