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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Index,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Arcadia,
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.