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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.