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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.