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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
The Wake,
ABC,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.