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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.