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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Swans,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
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.