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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
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.