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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
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.